Andrew was in a posh restaurant sitting opposite Claire. She was in a low cut dress, leaving her arms and legs bare. She was being very nice, but Andrew could not concentrate on her.
"This is a good place, Andrew." Claire remarked.
"Huh? Oh, I took my wife here for our two year anniversary."
"You were married?"
"Technically I still am, but she ran out on me. I'm guessing we're finished now. Where do you work?"
"I'm an assistant buyer at this big department store. What about you?"
"Hmm. Oh I'm unemployed at the moment, but I've recently done an interview for a nursing position at a hospital."
Claire was intrigued. "Which hospital?"
"Aww, look at you two bonding. Do you love her, Andrew?" Jessica mocked.
“Go away; I’m having a good time. Leave me alone.”
“We’re not gonna leave ya. We’re gonna make ya lose your mind. We‘re gonna make ya suffer.” Jessica muttered, menacingly.
“No you won’t. I am in control. Aren’t I? Aren’t I?” Andrew murmured over his shoulder.
“Are you alright? Who are you talking to?” Claire looked concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I’m just a little preoccupied.”
“Oh look, here comes our food.” Claire pointed out, nervously.
“Look at all that food Andrew; are you gonna make her choke?” Jessica asked.
“Don’t be so horrible.” Andrew replied.
"You're talking to yourself, again. Are you sure you're alright?" Claire spluttered.
"Tell her Andrew. Tell her what you did to us."
"There isn't any need for her to know, Steven."
"Who's Steven?" Claire was finding this hard to tolerate.
"Tell her; tell her you killed me." Steven encouraged.
"It doesn't matter now. Doesn't it? Doesn't it?" Andrew replied.
Claire casually looked at her watch. "Wow this has been fun, but I have to go now.
Andrew's date hurriedly walked out of the door. After Claire had left, Andrew put down some money for the bill and left the restaurant.
"I know, I know. It was my fault for screwing that up."
"You're right. That's another part of ya life, which you've ruined." Jessica smiled, as she said this.
"In the restaurant, I realised something. When I killed you and Steven I got a strange sense of euphoria. It was something I haven't felt in a long time. I want to get that feeling again. It needs to be more drawn out. Maybe, if I torture my victim first."
"You're not killing nobody else." Jessica's hands shot out onto Andrew's throat. He tried to wrestle her away. He felt a feeling of despair. He burned to live. He forced her away with all of his strength, before realising that she was not there. It was all his imagination.
'"What d'you feel, when I did that? Despair? Pain? Fear? That's what I felt. If you do that to somebody else, that is what they will feel." Jessica explained.
"I know, but the feeling afterwards is totally worth it." Andrew looked around and saw Claire walking down the street to the bus stop. He smiled and followed her. "Claire wait." She stopped and turned around; before she could react, a fist came flying into her face. She was unconscious, before she hit the ground.
****
Claire woke up with a dry mouth. She unsteadily looked around. She was in a grotty small room, with her hands tied up above her. Andrew entered the room.
"What the hell are you doing? Let me go." She struggled 'pathetically, with her bonds."
"I suppose, you deserve an explanation. I get a strange sense of pleasure out of killing people. I'm hoping you will provide me with the same feeling."
"Untie me. Andrew, I'm not doing anything for you. Let me go."
"I'm not going to let you go and you will do whatever I ask."
"What will happen, if I don't?" Claire asked, with fear starting to form in her eyes.
"First of all, what do you think when I say torture? Blood? Blades? There are much more effective ways. I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to do. It's a surprise, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Everybody loves surprises. If you refuse then I will start the one hundred cut death. It sounds nasty, doesn't it? After I've made the incisions, I will rub some salt into your wounds. Doesn't that sound painful? Doesn't it? Doesn't it? I was nurse before I was fired; I know what veins and arteries to stay away from. I will torture you for two hours, then after that if you haven't bled to death, I'll shoot you. Death by knife or by gun, which one would you prefer?"
"Neither. Stop playing your cruel game, you sadistic bastard. LET ME GO!"
"I think that insult deserves your first cut. If you reach your one hundredth cut, then you will die. If you don't I'll shoot you. Either way, you're going to die." Andrew took out a flick knife and he cut her cheek.
"Don't say a word. Do everything I say without question and this knife will not touch you again." Andrew took the knife and roughly cut away all of her clothes. Claire lay naked and shivering, dreading the inevitable. Andrew turned around and locked the door.
"Don't do this! Don't do this to her!" Jessica shouted, but the killer ignored her.
"Go and die, Andrew." Claire snarled.
"There's no point screaming. Nobody can hear you."
****
Two hours later, Claire had suffered over thirty different cuts. The blood was trickling down and due to the amount of salt used; she thought her wounds were on fire.
"I wish I had saved my tears, so you could drown in them."
Andrew ignored this.
"Do you know how much I wished I left you bleeding on that wall?" Claire growled.
"That's your fault for helping me." Andrew replied.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I never did explain why I was beaten up in the first place. Do you remember Steven Wheeler? He was the man on the news. The one that was found dead in the junkyard? I killed him. In the pub he was really annoying me, so I went to punch him, but he was just a ghost. My fist sailed through him and hit this youth next to him and him and his friend beat me up, resulting in us being chucked out of the pub."
"Don't do this, Andrew. I was being nice to you."
Steven crouched down and went over to Claire. "I know you can't hear me, but I tried being nice to Andrew and he killed me. He doesn't take this type of thing too well."
"Steven's right. I guess I don't respond well to compliments." Andrew agreed.
"I thought you liked me!" Claire screamed.
"I thought you liked me, but you bluntly dumped me in that restaurant. You walked out. You humiliated me. Frankly it would have been better if you just stood me up. This wasn't the first time either. I thought my wife loved me, but that didn't stop her leaving me."
"Is this is? Just some petty act of vengeance?" Claire asked.
Andrew left this unanswered. "I think I've mutilated and defiled you in every possible way. Now it's time to end this." Andrew took out a gun and then hesitated. Jessica's eyes widened and she stood in between the murderer and his victim. "Don't do this to her. You've already made her suffer enough. Just let her go."
"That's not going to happen, Jessica. You forget that I can stick my gun right through you. You can't stop me doing this." Andrew held up a Smith and Wesson revolver to the brunette's head.
"Go on. End it." Claire sobbed.
"Actually I think it would be fun to prolong your suffering. Don't you? Don't you?" He took the gun back and secretly loaded one bullet into the fourth chamber.
"Now, in this revolver there is one bullet in a random chamber. In turn I will fire each shot at your head. Have fun waiting for death." He took the gun and pointed its cold barrel at her head. He pulled the trigger once. An empty click. He pulled the trigger a second time. An empty click. He pulled the trigger the third time. An empty click. Claire flinched on every single click. Andrew could see the evident fear, behind her eyes. "The bullet is in any one of these remaining chambers."
"I'll see you in hell." Claire snarled.
"I look forward to it." Andrew pulled the trigger a fourth time. BANG! After two long hours of suffering and torture Claire had finally been allowed to die.
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